Dear Leather Jacket,
I have been obsessed with you since I was about 10 years old. This realisation may have stemmed from watching Grease one too many times but I always felt that you instantly made those wearing you look cool. I mean, if you could turn the otherwise wet-blanket Sandy into a badass, then why not me huh?
Over the years, I’ve had various incarnations of you. The gunmetal silver pleather number, one with a removable furry collar and even a nude pink affair at one point but it has always been you, my trusty black biker jacket.
You make me look good. You flatter me, or my outfit when other jackets do not. You work hard Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter yet never show how tired you are. When my ensemble is too girly, you toughen it up. If I’m just in jeans and a t-shirt, you change everything.
I will love you forever, my favourite leather jacket.